I am back in the real world! I tried to write when I was home, but it took me THIRTY SIX minutes to get from turning the computer on, to writing a post, and when I started writing the whole thing froze then crashed. I swear, when I am rich the first thing I’m doing is dragging my father kicking and screaming into the 21st century.
Apart from the seperation from the outside world (or maybe because of it) I had a lovely holiday. I did my best not to think about anything in particular, caught up with lots of friends, ate lots of things I shouldn’t have, and hung out with Dad’s cats. We went to Golden Bay and walked through the bush to a gorgeous waterfall. (Pics to come). Lots of lovely sleeping too.
The best thing was seeing my brother, who has returned to school at the age of 25, 10 years after he left, and is doing an arts degree. I am so proud of him, and he seems to be really enjoying it.
I finished the French mystery. It got better as it went along, but still a bit average. I’d read the next one (it’s a series), but I wouldn’t be over the top excited about it.
I also read Jodi Picoult’s Keeping Faith in less than 24 hours. Loved it. I am usually very challenged by her books, but this one wasn’t uncomfortable at all. It’s about a little girl who starts seeing God and performing miracles. I guess if I was religious I might have found it challenging, but as an “undecided,” it was wonderful.
Finally, I started The Italian by Anna Radcliffe, first published in 17 something-or-other. I can tell that it’s a classic and brilliant and I should really force myself to read it, but it’s going to be a difficult one. It’s very antiquated language, the whole sentences that last a page thing. I’m only a few pages in and I’m exhausted. We’ll see how it goes.
Back to work tomorrow. Joy of joys! Will post some photos from the trip when I liberate my camera from Emily’s car.